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All Bad Drivers — But Me (Americana Storyteller)

[Verse 1] I’m rolling down the highway, steady in my lane Hands on the wheel, I’m driving like I trained Signal on early, mirrors all checked But others drive like they lost a bet [Pre-Chorus] They drift, they brake, they hesitate Every traffic laws they violate [Chorus 1] Everybody’s a bad driver but me I’m stuck in the middle of a grand prix Threading through pure incompetency It’s a daily test of sanity If driving’s a skill, it’s plain to see Everybody’s a bad driver but me [Verse 2] There’s a guy on his phone drifting over the line Doing twenty-five in a forty-five sign The guy behind me rides my bumper For no good reason—yeah, that’s a stumper [Pre-Chorus] Green means go, red means stop But half these folks just guess a lot [Chorus 2] Everybody’s a bad driver but me It’s a daily test of sanity You’ve got panic braking, random lane picks Treating road signs like they’re just for kicks Mistakes a-plenty in every lane I see Feels like everybody’s worse than me [Bridge] Alright, fine, I’ll admit one thing I missed my turn back in the spring But that was different—I had the right The sign was hidden… or the sun was bright [Breakdown] And yeah, I speed just a little bit But that’s called timing—I’ll admit [Final Chorus] Everybody’s a bad driver but me At least that’s how it always seems to be We’re all heroes of our commute It's all the others we impute So maybe, just maybe, we all disagree… But I’m still pretty sure it’s not me [Outro] Yeah, I’m doing fine, it’s the rest I see Everybody’s a bad driver… but me